The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 376 Ch.375 Mirror Girl and Ladder

Rebecca Fiennes has gone mad.

This "crazy" does not mean that she is like the people in the hospital outside London, screaming, dancing, or smearing her own feces everywhere under the curious gaze of waves of visitors.

She just couldn't tell some things apart.

"If a useless person without the qualifications is forced to participate in too many rituals, this problem will occur."

What's more, this invisible technique is too dangerous.

It is too easy for cultists to exploit it.

On the way back, the crow said this.

Rebecca Fiennes will be brought to the court for interrogation, after which she will be greeted by a pale flame.

Her fate was ultimately the same as her father's.

"You saw her in Bristol?"

Peter Heller asked.

"I thought you were friends."

Roland shook his head and didn't want to mention it anymore - since the people he had ordered had delivered the money to Rebecca.

You know, before the Inquisition took sides, most executors would find it difficult to get a few coins from Enid even if they sacrificed themselves.

Thirty pounds, this is the result of Roland's 'weakness'.

——Fortunately, Shandel was not here, otherwise, he would definitely be angry with me.

That was her 'sacrament'.

No one could stop her from performing her daily 'sacrament'.

“May she never know…”

"Roland?" Peter loosened his collar. "From now on, you will keep an eye on the East District, and York and I will be in charge of the West District. But don't contact John Shelley and Madeline Terry without permission... I mean, if you really find them."

He said.

The elderly executive officer always felt that something was amiss: every activity of the cultists had a purpose, especially in the City of London, the base of the Holy Cross - they could not be unaware of this, and once exposed, the executive officers and detectives would soon catch others as well.

Just like the first time Roland encountered a cultist’s salon attack.

That's the way they do things.

The situation right now is very strange...

What on earth were Madeleine Terry and John Shelley up to?
They should have known they couldn't hide for much longer.

Peter Heller rubbed his dry face and pulled his thoughts away from the cultists.

“Did Fernandez teach that lesson?”

he asked Roland.

There aren't many records about summons in the Inquisition's library.

"Only angels." Roland replied.

"Oh, the Angel of Bristol." Peter Heller knew about the big events in Bristol. "I think that lazy guy will have to stay in the hospital for a while..."

He muttered something, and then said seriously, "That is a summoning object of the ritualists who believe in the Seventh and Eighth Crown Gods. Through a ritual, we call upon the spirits that step over the stairs, track the breath, pass through the mirror, and kill the enemy."

Peter Heller said.

"Girl in the Mirror, that's its name."

a ceremony.

From the crow.

The difficulty does not lie in the rare materials or the demanding and lengthy preparation steps.

The difficulty lies with the spirit itself.

"It is rare to see spirits that have stepped onto the stairs. We release a large amount of "secrets" by praying to the gods, forming a "coordinate" with a special aura in the waking world - and they will only respond to living people who have also stepped onto the stairs."

This long sentence left Roland confused.

Stairs? What stairs?
Who responds?
"A long staircase." Peter glanced at the silent crow, "A long staircase made of sharp blades..."

"In order to ascend to a certain level of the 'Dry Bones' and 'Elegy' levels, one must manipulate one's own living soul and step through the sharp blade stairs step by step..."

Peter Heller told Roland that the spirits that stepped over the long ladder would be qualified to go to the kingdom of the White Crown Lord of the Wasteland (the Eighth Crown) - similarly, they could also be summoned by the "dry bones" or "lamentations" that stepped over the long ladder.

In addition to being able to travel through mirrors, these powerful invited spirits can also move through other reflected surfaces.

such as…

Human eyes.

water surface.

Even the shiny leather toes.

It will last for one night... that's enough.

"That sounds terrible."

"It's not that scary actually." Peter Heller said with a smile: "Spiritual beings...after all, they have natural enemies."

Roland: "Holy water."

"That's right," Peter nodded. "In face-to-face combat, this type of summon is not that effective, unless... like tonight. Usually, it is used to assassinate... or greet."

The outcome of a battle between high-level warriors cannot be decided by a single summoned creature.

It was just the pre-meal soup for the real battle, as Peter said - 'say hello'.

"It is very difficult to use the 'secret' to target a high-level person without being noticed, not to mention the strange objects these people carry and the rituals they master. But for low-level people, for cultists, the girl in the mirror is a very useful method -"

Peter Heller added a hint of sarcasm: "After all, these people don't really like to carry holy water with them."

No one in the carriage spoke anymore.

When the carriage slowly drove into the block where the court was located, Crow suddenly asked a question without any context:
"What's the reply?"

After this case of "suspected" cult members was reported to the court, responses came from both sides soon.

"Ah, a completely different father indeed."

Peter knew what he was asking.

Compared to the crow that often goes out on missions, old Helle, who is stationed at the headquarters all year round, has sharper ears.

"James Shelley said: The Shelley family will never associate with heretics."

He answered softly.

- Meaning, if his son was really involved with the cult, then Shelley was willing to follow the judgment of the Inquisition... or the Holy Cross.

This also implies that the church and private alliances will not interfere.

"That arbitrator is different."

Peter Heller was helpless: "He insisted that his daughter was not a cultist, and had no connection with those people at all - if the court insists on saying so, please produce sufficient evidence to convict her, otherwise..."

"Otherwise he can't do anything." Crow sneered: "I really look forward to him seeing his daughter sucking her intestines... Golden Libra, these people can actually form a sect... Unbelievable..."

Old Peter didn't respond.

He also didn't like the Justice Cult very much - especially since those who held high the banner of 'justice' always used this word to do dirty things.

"Let them send a ritualist to participate in the arrest." Crow said with disgust: "If he insists on believing that his daughter is innocent, then send a ritualist and let them see it with their own eyes."

"You know this is impossible." Peter shrugged. "Now it depends on the results of the interrogation."

Rebecca Fiennes will be escorted to the church, where she will confess her evil deeds and face justice in front of the glorious Holy Cross - if she says enough, she will drag Madeleine Terry into the water...

Her father would be embarrassed.

But James Shelley was different.

Should I say this old guy is cold and heartless...

Do you value rules more than your son?
The ritualists of the Private Alliance always had some respect in the Holy Cross. If he had asked for mercy and paid a certain price, he might have been able to save John Shelley's life.

"This is why I never trust businessmen." Crow's voice was cold, "They put their emotions on one side of the scale."

(End of this chapter)